Within me

I’d like to say “I love you””

like everyone does all the time 

wearing the heart on the sleeve

ever ready to burst, without enough

passion for the thrust, 

but it sticks in my throat and won’t come out.

Otherwise things are normal and we

go about our daily business without

obsessing  about unsaid verbal routines

comfort in the fact every gesture 

comes from deep within me

surely colored and shaped by love.

Don’t know if it works for others; 

 works for me.